With Bai Qinghao's intelligence, he naturally knew of her thoughts.
However, since she did not say it, it indicated that she knew how to restrain herself. This was reason enough for him to forgive her.
His cold expression softened and his gaze turned a little heated. He pulled the seat beside him and commanded. "Sit down."
"Oh." She sat down obediently by his side.
Bai Qinghao lifted his bowl. He had yet to touch the food in it. He scooped a mouthful of abalone porridge into his spoon and lifted it to her lips and said sternly, "Open your mouth!"
The row of maids behind them watched the spectacle with wide eyes.
They never expected their young master, who was usually as cold as an ice mountain, to treat Miss Fang this well.
If they could also become his fiancée, they were willing to give up thirty years of their lives.
